On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

NO ARM EXERCISES

Sign seen at my sister's gym on Saturday.  Because truly, who goes to the gym to do arm exercises?

(And yes, I get that it's referring specifically to the apparatus it's next to.  But it's not a clear sign at all.)

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